Let me preface this by saying I am tired, really tired, the kind of tired where your bones ache. I feel like I have been taking care of sick kids, hosting company, doing holidays etc for years instead of the mere weeks it has been.
So here is the gripe. I am so sick of having a husband on an odd schedule. I hate that his days off are not the same as the girls days off and that we never get to do things as a family. I hate that his days off are not the same as other husbands, so I have to share his off days with other people. I hate that on weekends, I am virtually ignored. It sucks because I know how shitty it is to have three kids by yourself, the day is really long and exhausting, and I need contact with the outside world to remain sane. I know that I try to do that for others even when Ryan is home, and it sucks to be ignored when my kids are making me crazy even if it is a weekend for everyone else.
I really need Ry to get on a daytime schedule at the very least, Mon-Fri would be even better. Back to wrangling the kids, I will try not to cry, they are just being wild and normal kiddos, and I have to finish making dinner. Some days I feel incredibly isolated and alone.